Page 55 of The Enforcer

She took a single deep breath as I rolled the tip of my index finger down the crack of her ass. I would take her in her most forbidden place tonight. Then she would truly belong to me.

“A man’s greatest feature is his ability to laugh,” she countered.

“I can see your point. And laugh at himself.”

“Yes.” Her single word was more of a purr.

I bent over, licking between her shoulder blades until she shivered to my touch. The feel of her hair tickling my face almost brought a laugh. When had I ever enjoyed something so simple, so intimate? I wanted to learn every inch, to bask in her feminine wiles. Hell, I wanted to simply lie back and listen to the sound of her voice as she read to me.

What the hell kind of man did that make me?

A few seconds later, the ache in my cock reminded me how hungry I was, the longing to drive my cock into her sweet pussy crowding out almost everything else I was doing. Gripping her shoulders, I turned her around to face me. The moonlightcaptured her beauty, the luminescent look of her skin catching my breath.

I shook my head, almost laughing from the deep rumble of my growl. The sound brought a hint of a smile to her face. While I continued touching her, moving down from her neck to her shoulders, she allowed herself to gaze down from my chest to the thick bulge between my legs.

“You’re famished,” she breathed.

“How can you tell?”

As if an invitation, she placed her hand directly on my cock, stroking ever so slowly. “Just because. A woman always knows.”

I shook my head.A woman always knows.It was something my mother had always said and I’d never believed her. Now I knew she’d been right. Woman did have a sixth sense about them, an intuition that beat the hell out of any man. I continued enjoying the moment, using both hands to caress her. When I reached her breasts, I rolled my fingers around both areolas, savoring the way her breath skipped.

A part of me wanted to do this all night long, but I knew my body and my depraved mind wouldn’t tolerate such tender moments for long. My cravings were too intense, the need unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I would fuck her for hours. Then I’d start all over again.

When I pinched both hardened buds, I was rewarded with a slight moan that sucked my breath away. Every sound she made drove me crazy. Every time she attempted to defy me, I wanted to tame her even more. I twisted her nipples, watching her expression as the pain became pleasure. She hungered to explore more of the dark side. She longed to let herself go.

Yes, training her would be the greatest joy of my life.

Every muscle was tense, my balls far too tight. I was about to lose my mind from the longing. I raked one nail between her breasts down her stomach, rolling it around her belly button while I drank in her sweet scent. I could tell she was wet, her lacy thong soaked. All for me.

Only for me.

Mine.

The single word had formed long before, but now it was blinding me. I had to admit I was losing all sense of control, proving it when I wrapped two fingers around the thin elastic of the last piece of clothing keeping me from seeing all of her. When I snapped my wrist, tearing the bit of cloth away, she gasped in surprise.

“Do you like it soft or rough, baby?” I gritted out.

“Both.” She licked her lips again to tease me. To taunt me into taking her. She knew every button to push. I adored that about her almost as much as everything else.

I held the thong in the air for a few seconds before bringing the slip of material to my nose and inhaling deeply. All the while she watched what I was doing, her eyes mere slits as the desire took her to a dark place. I tossed it away and she smiled, even defying me in her own way by taking a step backwards.

My advance didn’t surprise her in the least. She held her own, tilting her head until I could see the rebellious shimmer in her eyes.

“Don’t defy me,” I commanded.

“Or what?”

“Or this.” I took her face into both hands as I towered over her, waiting for a few seconds before devouring her mouth. I wasn’t gentle as she’d likely expected me to be, taking every bit of her sweet lips as mine. As I thrust my tongue inside, she wrapped her hands around my wrists. I wasn’t certain if she was attempting to push me off or hold me in place. It didn’t matter. She was mine for the taking.

The sweet moment only intensified my longing, pushing me to a point I could no longer control myself. My fingers dug into her face and neck, my body shaking as a rush of adrenaline claimed my system. Just being with her was an intense feeling, the sweep of emotions something I hadn’t expected.

My need wasn’t just about taking her tonight, but about possessing her forever.

She pressed her hands against my chest, kneading my skin. As she lowered them, fumbling to unfasten my belt, the longing to mark her with the thick leather was stronger than before. But not tonight. At least not yet.

With every decision there was a defining moment. This was it. The very one that would alter my future. As the thought rumbled through my mind, I swept one arm around her waist, dragging her closer. The feeling of having her body molded against mine brought another wave of filthy images.

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